Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.